Noncanon Halo Rp!

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Hello guys. Im starting a fun noncanon rp here, because i wanted to do things i cant do in the main due to timeline constraints (like my grunt being with humans and grunt prisoners). Im going to start off the rp so ENJOY! 

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Makdap wanders around, scouting the area. He worries about attacks from the humans. However, he has begun to feel respect for the humans. He continues walking along the area nervously.

[Cabel]

Passing vine covered trees and lush underbrush, he'd make sure each step had been on fairly stable ground or insured a foot hadn't been snagged by an upturned root. His squad had drawn the short straw to run patrol that night, and while the moon had shone fairly brightly illuminating some of the underbrush Jason hadn't truly cared for it. If he'd had his way, he would have spent the last few hours wasted on the patrol in camp sleeping or...something else. His Squad decided to split, sending smaller groups out on the fringes to act as flankers in case the Covenant or something else had crossed their path. Keeping the BR55HB at hand with his finger resting near the trigger and the other hand supporting the barrel, the young Corporal continued the patrol sweeping the surrounding jungle with his eyes. His wingman or patrol buddy, a Rifleman with the rank of Private kept a short distance behind him equally aware.

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While Makdaps walks around he worries that humans will ambushes him. He looks left and right constantly. Bad idea, cause now he isn;'t looking forward, and bumps into a human. Next thing he sees is the barrel of a gun point right on his head and makdaps eyes widen as this could be his last moment.

[Cabel]

Falling backwards on his backside, he'd been rather confused if not alarmed. He'd been scanning the jungle, and somewhat minding his own business while not minding the humidity when something had barreled into him. He'd managed to have kept a grip on the battle rifle even though he'd taken a tumble, and looking over he'd realized he'd collided with a Grunt. Quickly bringing the rifle to bear on the little methane-breather, he'd carefully regain his footing while waiting for his patrol buddy to arrive.

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Makdap gets wide eyed, looking into fear at the barrel of the battle rile as it is very close to his head. If he didn't say something or do something, he would be a goner. Makdap decided to surrender. "I surrender, don't kill me. I won't trick you I promise", he said in English. he puts his plasma rifle on the ground and tosses the plasma grenades unactivated behind him and put both his hands in the air, signaling the human that he surrenders.

[David]

Walking around, Corporal David Kabruski took a puff on his cigarette and then tossed it to the ground. He had been stuck with bullshit detail before, but this truly took the cake.

Suddenly, he heard a whiney little voice plead for its voice. Sounded suspiciously like a grunt. David hated grunts with a passion and so with reckless abandon, David bounded forward and made sure that he approached both swiftly and quickly, eager to draw first blood.

When he arrived at the source of the voice, He saw that it was a lowly orange grunt. Who had somehow startled a marine but the marine now seemed to have the upper hand, his barrel of the BR-55 pointing directly at the squat aliens little fat snout, the Grunt making grunting and whining noises, its hands up in the air.

Stepping into the open, David said "Friendly" and approached the marine, Pulling out his M6D in one smooth motion from his hip holister and pointed the muzzle directly at the grunt. Then, with a kick, He levelled the grunt onto the ground and taunted him. "Your a far way from home little man. Give me one good reason my friend and I here shouldn't blow your head off."

[BasedGoody]

Barry heard the kick and ran over to the scene. A little Grunt layed on the floor, wheezing a little, while another Marine held a Magnum level with his forehead. What...? Barry had just been out patrolling the forest, telling himself jokes to try and keep his sanity. Now a Grunt? Barry pulled his Assault Rifle up to his shoulder and aimed at the little creature's chest.

"What the Hell is going on here guys?" He asked, never taking his eyes off of the orange little Rock-Monster. It's eyes twitched nervously.

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Makdap now sees 3 guns pointing at him. His fear just increased greatly He makes a big gulp that is audible to the humans. "I don't wanna die", Makdap starts, "Spare me please, I put all my weapons down. I surrender!" Makdap suddenly starts shedding tears, desperate to live. Makdap's eyes grew wide as he saw the 3 human faces and 3 barrels pointed at him.

[David]

Grinning maniacally at the other marines, David pulled the slide on his magnum reloading a bullet into the chamber with a satisfying click that only served to make the grunt wail even harder.

"SHUT UP!" Shouted David as he kicked the grunt again, Feeling the gratifying thump that resounded through the grunt. Then, looking at the others, David grinned evilly.

"Lets shackle him to a tree. Im sure his superiors dont even care"

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Hearing the soldier's suggestion makes Makdap cry more. "NO PLEASE! I wanna live!", he cried out. Makdap got on his knees and started begging for his life, it was the only thing he could do. Makdap continued, "Please spare me I wanna live! PLEASE! ILL DO ANYTHING as long as I can live!" Then Makdap lays on his stomach and covers his head with his arms, crying for dear life.

[David]

Laughing at the grunts pitiful attempts to have David spare his life, David then placed the M6D under the grunts chin. He then slowly squeezed the trigger, but before he let off a shot, He reconsidered. This grunt seemed to be able to speak oddly good english. he could have secrets to share.

Slowly, David holistered his weapon, and then, rolling the grunt over with a grunt, He grabbed some rope from his pack, and hogtied the grunt. Then, finding a sturdy log, David motioned at the other marines to thread the log through and then with a mighty heave, hoisted the grunt up and proceed back to base.

[Faclan]

(Hopefully this is alright)

Nek Dal; Skirmisher Merc.
Flying a small supply ship down to the human base to deliver Plasma weapons to the humans.

Easing the tiny vessel through the atmosphere he nodded at his co-pilot, a female Skirmisher with bright red feathers, and asked her to radio that they had shown up so they wouldn't be mistaken for a enemy scout. She picked up the small mouthpiece and started to speak, her English wasn't stellar, but it was easy enough to understand.

"Contact human base, contact. We come to deliver weapon, no fire, no fire. We from allied Kig-Yar, trade completed, we deliver." Nodding she put the mouthpiece back down as Nek patted her arm. She had been practicing, all those recordings back on the main ship had paid off. But he raised a eyebrow when the small screen in front of him beeped and he got a message. Slowing the ship down, while still just out of cannon range of the human base he read it.

'Nek, we've had to fall back to check out a engine failure on one of our other vessels. You'll have to stick around for awhile at the human base. We'l contact you again when the situation is resolved and we can pick you up.
Good luck with them, don't worry they are nice as long as you trade;
Sal Tep'

Frowning a little Nek started to do a circuit around the human base until they were replied to so they could land. He hadn't had to spend time with the humans before, he was normally just there for security and let someone else run the business. But the parent vessel had been dealing with a lot of transmissions lately so it was just the two of them today. Running his claws through his green feathers he sighed a bit and looked back at the three crates in the cargo hold as well as the Bass Guitar right behind him - wondering if his time with the recordings was as worthwhile as his co-pilots.

(Thinking of making a actual profile like this, so using it as a trial run, feedback would be alright .)

[BasedGoody]

Barry laughed at the Grunt. It was funny how sorry this thing was! It was pathetic, lowly, but it knew English...? No matter. It's brains would be splattered on the back of the tree in minutes. One marine put his Magnum up to his throat and began to squeeze, but suddenly stopped. Instead he got some rope out and began tying him.

"What the Hell? Dude! Kill him!" He yelled as he was tied to a log and lifted into the air.

The marine began walking back to base. What was he thinking? This soldier BETTER know what he was doing. 

"I mean... No. That's, well, fine." He grumbled, walking behind him.

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Makdap felt the pistol touch his chin. He was begging for his life. But alas, it was obviously no use, as a marine was squeezing the trigger ready to execute him. Makdap closes his eyes knowing his fate is sealed. but nothing happened. Then he is getting tied to a log and being heaved. Makdap is worried, but happy to be alive still. "Does this mean I get to live?" he asks the humans nervously.

[David]

"Maybe" David replied over his shoulder. "Or maybe we're just taking you to the firing line to be shot even more."

As the grunt squealed and squeaked in fright, David then looked at the other Marine who had voiced his concern. "Think asshole. Talking grunt? Speaks english? Think of all the intel. Promotions all around!!"

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Makdap soon realizes that he may only be alive just for the intel. If he tell them everything, they will just end his life. There was nothing he could do but beg. "Ill tell you anything!" he starts, "Just please tell me ill be spared!" Makdap could only hope that the humans would be merciful.

[Faclan]

Nek Dal; Skirmisher Merc.
Touching down and starting to unload.

Blowing some dust off his console as he waited for his permission to land Nek kept his small ships slow circuit around the humans base. It was taking them longer than normal to give him permission. He actually hoped everything was alright, if they were having problems they would soon become his problems to. Either he would have to deal with them when he landed or he wouldn't be able to land and would get problems back at the mothership for not seeing the job through. Leaning back in his chair he was just about the voice his displeasure with his co-pilot before a little light lit up green on the dashboard and allowed them to land.

Muttering some choice words about humans and them being punctual in his language he directed the small craft down, still holding his breath a little once he got into their AA gun range. He let it out once he passed their range and started to head down to the human's base. Heading over to a open space to land between two pelicans he did his best to not kick up too much dust but the thrusters on his semi slap-dash vessel weren't exactly subtle as several humans quickly moved away.

Once the vessel touched down the Skirmishers unlatched themselves from their seats and opened the cargo-bay door. Nek breathed in the surface air with a smile as he moved to the back and grabbed one of the crate handles. Giving it a strong tug to get it free of its magnetic holding he pulled it down the ramp and onto the dirt of the base floor. Looking over as he heard some squeals he raises a eye ridge at two humans carrying a grunt on a stick but then let out a squawking barking laugh and waved a little at the three. His co-pilot getting the second of the three crates on the way down the ramp.

[BasedGoody]

Barry smiled at the other Marines words.

"Promotions all around? I like it!" He laughed as the Grunt attempted to bargain for his life. It was funny! And everyone knows an alien's suffering is funny. Well, that was a mean way to put it. He enjoyed life, and felt as if a full life of anyone was important, but this Grunt was whimpering and begging! It was bad, too. It was as if he had no loyalty. That justified it slightly.

"Oh, you'll tell us anything? Anything? Huh, then spill some beans." Barry said.

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Hearing what one of the humans just said, Makdap replies: "well what do you wanna know?"

[BasedGoody]

"Oh. Um, tell me, something, about..." Barry wondered for a minute and cocked his head to the side. "Shit. What do Grunts know?" He grumbled and looked towards the alien. His Assault Rifle bumped against his leg as he held it at his side, thinking of a question. What do Grunts know? Not much.

"Uh, why do you guys, like, nuke us with lasers? That's a dick move." Barry asked, looking towards the prisoner. "And like, why are the Gators so... tough? Ah, screw it. The guys back at base will ask you." He finished, happy.